Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.